~9: More 1v1s~

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tw // violence, fighting, descriptions of a panic attack

They both ran in to the middle in sync.

"I gotta lay a finger on her. Just one then she's done." 5up told himself.

Drista knew about 5up's quirk from when they took the bus here, but he didn't question about her quirk. 

She had a huge advantage. 

As long as she made eye contact, and avoided his hands, she should be fine.

They met up in the middle, 5up reaching for her, while she dodge and kept her distance as far as she could from him.

"How's your eye contact skills, 5up?" Drista threw off her mask and looked at him in the eyes.

"Pretty good Drista, how about yours?" 5up looked at her green eyes. 

He had only seen her eyes a couple times when she just didn't wear it to class, but damn.

Her eyes were beautiful. 

"She got him. He's done." The familiar voice said from the bleachers.

"Got'em." Drista said to herself.

The voices started in 5up's head. 

Talking about strategies, screaming, babbling, laughing, yelling directions, clapping, theories, and singing nursery rhymes. 

It was so loud.

He couldn't help but fall to his knees. 

He couldn't think. 

His mind was just racing. 

Sweating, he held his head with his hands. 

"Make it stop..." 

"Please..."

||Drista's Quirk: Telepathy||

When she looks into someone's eyes, she can flood their head with millions of thoughts. This can cause them to have headaches, panic attacks, or even passing out from exhaustion. It can overwhelm them so much it can drive them mad. On the other hand, she can just talk to people normally and not cloud their mind. She wears the mask over her eyes from an accident with her quirk. 

Weakness: If she uses it to much it causes her panic attacks, headaches, and surprisingly dry eye. She tries to not let it get to her, but she can't help but break down when people criticize her. Thats why she has a hatred for her brother. 

This went on for longer than it should have.

5up raised his hand up shakily.

"I forfeit!"

"Uh- Drista Wins!"

Drista sighed and deactivated her quirk. 

5up's head returned to normal.

Quiet.

"Are you ok?" She held out a hand to help him up.

"Whatever ok means..." 5up stumbled as he took her hand.

"I'm so sorry. I just really need to-" 

"Yeah I... I know." 5up started walking to the entrance to the bleachers.

Drista ran up to follow him as she slipped her mask back on. 

She felt like shit. 

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"Damn. She's strong Dream. I bet she could beat you." The squeaky voice said.

"Oh c'mon now." Dream replied.

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